An unforgiving, indecipherable sensation leads me to an idea
A feeling, an obsession, what if this is but a small part of existence?
Born unable to do much but breathe in
Each breath brings us one less to our end
Natures biological programming to adhere the words and ways of the elders
A repetition of progress, running parallel for eternity.
The accretion of sensory, experience and development of a self
The confidence derives total assurance we've attained all the answers
The more that I think about it, it makes sense
Generations of primitive intelligence
Already time has started, persist
This is our only chance to exist
From infancy we learn a certain way and taught how to think and feel
Step from the illusion
Discover what is real
The tales of history appear incompatible with the observable reality
Why expand a linage of false knowledge, and warped understandings?
As time moves on the constrictions of my mentality becomes somewhat untethered,
Loosely bound to its foundation, free from conformity
The more that I think about it, it makes sense
Generations of primitive intelligence
From infancy we learn a certain way and taught how to think and feel
Step from the illusion
Discover what is real
An unjust system withdrawing reason from the light
Over subjects immune
The truth is in disguise
If this is the Oasis, where is the desert?
Kingdom of rocks and sand, this is the wasteland
Now as I begin to open my eyes
The deceit and corruption has no disguise
If this is the Oasis where is the desert?
Kingdom of rocks and sand, this is the wasteland
Now as I begin to open my eyes
The deceit and corruption has no disguise
An intimation from my reminiscence of childhood
A book forbidden, yet significant. A fleeting glimpse inside the pages
Conjured an attachment far too prominent to let go.
Can I decipher illusion from reality?
An unforgiving, indecipherable sensation leads me to an idea
A feeling, an obsession, what if this is but a small part of existence?
From infancy we learn a certain way and taught how to think and feel
Step from the illusion
Discover what is real
An unjust system withdrawing reason from the light
Over subjects immune
The truth is in disguise
Prosecutors Will Be Trespassed - Oasis Lyrics
Prosecutors Will Be Trespassed - Oasis Lyrics
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An unforgiving, indecipherable sensation leads me to an idea
A feeling, an obsession, what if this is but a small part of existence?
Born unable to do much but breathe in
Each breath brings us one less to our end
Natures biological programming to adhere the words and ways of the elders
A repetition of progress, running parallel for eternity.
The accretion of sensory, experience and development of a self
The confidence derives total assurance we've attained all the answers
The more that I think about it, it makes sense
Generations of primitive intelligence
Already time has started, persist
This is our only chance to exist
From infancy we learn a certain way and taught how to think and feel
Step from the illusion
Discover what is real
The tales of history appear incompatible with the observable reality
Why expand a linage of false knowledge, and warped understandings?
As time moves on the constrictions of my mentality becomes somewhat untethered,
Loosely bound to its foundation, free from conformity
The more that I think about it, it makes sense
Generations of primitive intelligence
From infancy we learn a certain way and taught how to think and feel
Step from the illusion
Discover what is real
An unjust system withdrawing reason from the light
Over subjects immune
The truth is in disguise
If this is the Oasis, where is the desert?
Kingdom of rocks and sand, this is the wasteland
Now as I begin to open my eyes
The deceit and corruption has no disguise
If this is the Oasis where is the desert?
Kingdom of rocks and sand, this is the wasteland
Now as I begin to open my eyes
The deceit and corruption has no disguise
An intimation from my reminiscence of childhood
A book forbidden, yet significant. A fleeting glimpse inside the pages
Conjured an attachment far too prominent to let go.
Can I decipher illusion from reality?
An unforgiving, indecipherable sensation leads me to an idea
A feeling, an obsession, what if this is but a small part of existence?
From infancy we learn a certain way and taught how to think and feel
Step from the illusion
Discover what is real
An unjust system withdrawing reason from the light
Over subjects immune
The truth is in disguise
A feeling, an obsession, what if this is but a small part of existence?
Born unable to do much but breathe in
Each breath brings us one less to our end
Natures biological programming to adhere the words and ways of the elders
A repetition of progress, running parallel for eternity.
The accretion of sensory, experience and development of a self
The confidence derives total assurance we've attained all the answers
The more that I think about it, it makes sense
Generations of primitive intelligence
Already time has started, persist
This is our only chance to exist
From infancy we learn a certain way and taught how to think and feel
Step from the illusion
Discover what is real
The tales of history appear incompatible with the observable reality
Why expand a linage of false knowledge, and warped understandings?
As time moves on the constrictions of my mentality becomes somewhat untethered,
Loosely bound to its foundation, free from conformity
The more that I think about it, it makes sense
Generations of primitive intelligence
From infancy we learn a certain way and taught how to think and feel
Step from the illusion
Discover what is real
An unjust system withdrawing reason from the light
Over subjects immune
The truth is in disguise
If this is the Oasis, where is the desert?
Kingdom of rocks and sand, this is the wasteland
Now as I begin to open my eyes
The deceit and corruption has no disguise
If this is the Oasis where is the desert?
Kingdom of rocks and sand, this is the wasteland
Now as I begin to open my eyes
The deceit and corruption has no disguise
An intimation from my reminiscence of childhood
A book forbidden, yet significant. A fleeting glimpse inside the pages
Conjured an attachment far too prominent to let go.
Can I decipher illusion from reality?
An unforgiving, indecipherable sensation leads me to an idea
A feeling, an obsession, what if this is but a small part of existence?
From infancy we learn a certain way and taught how to think and feel
Step from the illusion
Discover what is real
An unjust system withdrawing reason from the light
Over subjects immune
The truth is in disguise
Writer: John Mears
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